Facade of Love

Chapter 91

Chapter 91 Clearing Things Up

When my mother came in, I was staring blankly at the ceiling. She placed the pumpkin soup she had made beside me and looked around my bedroom before. asking, “Where’s Idris? Did he leave?”

I shook my head. Feeling an emptiness in my stomach, I sat up and began. sipping the soup on the chaise lounge.

My mother seemed hesitant to speak as she watched me eat.

I looked at her and said, “Mom, if you want to say something, just say it. Otherwise, you’ll feel uncomfortable holding it in.‘

After a pause, she said, “Since Moore came back from Old Manor, she’s been smashing things in her room. Just now, Little Sanchez mentioned that Idris went there. Is that true?”

I nodded. My mother already knew all she needed to know, and I had nothing to hide from her.

Her brows furrowed tightly.

With a grim expression, she tried to control her temper and said to me, “Today at the Youngs, I thought I misunderstood Idris and Moore, but now…” She took at deep breath, suddenly stood up, and left my bedroom.

I was caught off–guard by her sudden departure.

Soon after, there was a loud knocking sound coming from next door.

It was from Moore’s room.

Realizing what my mother was about to do, I quickly put down my bowl and ran out. However, it was too late. By the time I got there, the door to Moore’s room was already open, and my mother had entered.

Fearing something might happen, I hurriedly followed. Moore’s room was in utter disarray, with broken glass, overturned tables and chairs, cosmetics, and other items strewn all over it. Everything breakable had been shattered, and everything else was lost in the mess.

Her vanity mirror by her bed was smashed to pieces.

Moore was wearing a thin white nightgown, her fair and delicate feet bare. Perhaps she had stepped on the broken pieces in her emotional state, as there was a pool of blood around her feet, which were now wrapped in bandages.

seemed idris had just helped her with the injuries

Idris, with a knitted brow and a somewhat somber expression, was half–kneeling by her feet, his furrowed brows filled with distress.

The sudden appearance of my mother and I caused both of them to look at us in

unison.

Seeing us, Moore moved awkwardly behind, distancing herself from Idris. There was a saying that went, “The more you try to explain, the worse things get.”

Her actions at this moment perfectly illustrated this saying.

“Mom, Yvette…” Moore spoke softly, looking pitiful and cautious as if my mother and I had mistreated her.

My mother, unable to suppress her temper, looked at her with pursed l*ps and said, “Don’t you pretend to be innocent!”

Her words made Idris slightly frown. He stood up beside Moore, his demeanor noble and composed, and said to my mother, “Moore’s injured.”

His words seemed to be merely stating a fact, but it also carried a warning to my mother to not to be harsh to an injured person.

My mother pursed her l*ps and spoke gravely, “If she’s injured, call a doctor or take her to the hospital. Idris, you’re Yvette’s husband. Is it appropriate for you to be in and out of Moore’s room like this?”

Her blunt words were quite embarrassing.

Idris‘ expression darkened slightly, but as a member of the Youngs, he quickly composed himself and said to my mother, “I acted inappropriately. I

overstepped.”

Not wanting to be too harsh on him, my mother took a deep breath and softened. her tone. She did not intend to make the matter a big deal. Then, she turned to me and said, “Yvette, you and Idris should go back to Clearwater Residence. There are too many people here, and you’re a light sleeper. You won’t rest well at night.”

Clearly, my mother was trying to send us away.

With things having come this far, I felt that if I kept hesitating, it would be of no

use

After taking a deep breath, I said to my mother, “Mom, these are my affairs. Let ine handle them.

My mother was taken aback, her brows furrowed as she looked at me. I gave her a reassuring smile.

Seeing this, she said, “You two can go out first. I have something to say to Moore.”

With my

mother insisting, I could not say much more. I glanced at the frail and delicate Moore and left the bedroom.

As I left, I also closed the door behind me.

In the backyard of the Scott Residence, the deep autumn wind was a bit cold.

I could not help but tighten my coat.

I then felt that there was an extra coat on me. It was Idris’, and I shrugged it off.

Looking at his handsome face, I felt much calmer and smiled. “I found out about your relationship with Moore for the first time right here.”

His gaze deepened, seemingly aware of what I wanted to discuss. He looked at met and started to speak. “About what just happened…”

“Let me finish,” I interrupted him and continued. “Idris, you’re so outstanding. Having one or two unforgettable people in your heart is understandable for anyone. But what surprises me is that the other person was Moore. Honestly, when I first saw you two hugging each other here, my mind was buzzing. My sister and my husband… Such a situation would be really distressing for anyone.”